[G]I WENT out to the hazel wood,
[Am]Because a[C] fire was [D]in my [G]head,
And cut and[Em] peeled a [G]hazel
wand,
And [Am]hooked a [C]berry to a [D]thread;
And[D7] when white moths were on the [D]wing,
And [G]moth-like [Em]stars
were [G]flickering out,
I [Am]dropped the[C] berry in a [D]stream
And[D] caught a little silver[G] trout.
When I had laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire aflame,
But something rustled on the floor,
And some
one called me by my name:
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her hair
Who called me by my name
and ran
And faded through the brightening air.
Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lads and hilly lands.
I will find out where she has gone,
And
kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done
The silver
apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.
